JJ made me bruschetta tonight. He knows how much I love it, and he made it just for me.
I gave him a suspicious look. “What’s up?”
“Nothing’s up.” He poured me more wine.
“Something’s up.” I shoved another piece of bruschetta in my mouth and chewed with relish. “Damn, this is good.”
He shoved the plate at me. “Have some more.”
I snorted. “Baby, just tell me.”
He sighed. “I was cleaning and…broke that lamp you love so much.”
“My Halloween lamp?” I swallowed wrong and started choking. JJ patted me on the back until the color came back into my face. “Aw, baby…”
“Sorry, sorry! It fell and I just missed it.”
I pouted, thinking about the loss of my lamp. I’d had it forever, I only used it once a year, but I loved it. “Well, shit.” And then I noticed how downcast JJ looked and felt like an asshole. “Hey…never mind. It’s okay.”
“I really am sorry.”
“I know. It’s not like you did it on purpose.” I gave him a searching look. “You didn’t, did you?” I’d always suspected he hated the thing. It was plastic and tacky but oh so cool with it’s flickering lights.
He smiled earnestly. “No, I swear. Forgive me?”
“Absolutely.” I shoved another piece of bruschetta in my mouth. “As long as we shop for a replacement.” The expression on his face was revealing. He wasn’t all that sorry, but he meant well.
“Will you let me pick it out?”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed really loud, all the way from my diaphram. “Just teasing, sweetie. It was probably about time to retire that particular artifact.” I pulled him into an embrace. “Thanks for the special treat. Loved it.”
Usually he cleaned up after we ate. This time, he left the dirty plates on the table.